Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they about this? )
"when I on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every time I up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real rhyme" ---> keith murray

one]
I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like peter
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
Forget dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his rhymes up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
And the only mic/mike you was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
Don't know about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
Thats rough like my face I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you in some alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended when I hear my badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break your crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there wouldn't last long
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every in you
ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the are you? it's just coincidental
When your rhyme even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4